Burn down the Soul, like it has no Home
No birth canal, no Conception known
Inflame the Spirit
Burning at the bottom of the ocean Floor
is the body of a slave on a crucifix
While jesus walks Above
Burn down the Soul
It's the power of breathing in the strength of Death
Causing everything to exist Asthmatic
Caught evasive of the common, snese of sight
Existing in my individual Vision
Burning down the soul - arsenic to its Soil
To the 3rd Degree
Burns to the bone marrow of a earth worm
the Arrow of Wisdom through my Heart
Departed
and I felt like a pebble of sand on an Iceberg
Burning down my soul through stone dead cold eyes
Touching the soul like it's no body's child
R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2007
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Sunday, March 7, 2010
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